Dijun's black moonlight is back

Ling Yu walked to a place ten steps away from the girl and sat down, crossing his legs and watching her drink soup.

There were a few pieces of meat in the pottery bowl, and her soup was almost bottoming out, but she still didn't eat the meat.

Perhaps because she was looking too seriously, an old woman came over and stood between her and the girl.

"Eat quickly," the old woman urged the girl anxiously, "If you don't eat, you will die here."

The girl finally collapsed. She dropped the earthenware bowl, hugged her knees and cried bitterly: "I can't eat! I can't! Let me die! I won't eat!"

The bowl fell to the ground, and the old woman immediately rushed over and picked up the dust-covered meat.

If the soup could be scooped up, she would probably try her best to scoop it up.

"If you want to die, then die." The old woman grabbed the meat and returned to the fire, then threw the meat back.

Not only was there no food in Huangshaling, the water for cooking meat was also very rare.

For that pot of water, you need to dig out hundreds of Xian tree roots, cut them open and squeeze them for a long time before the water comes out.

These fleeing and hungry people had little extra energy.

Yanzhou borders Yunzhou to the north, and each of the two states has its own king. It has been less than ten years since the war began.

But in just a few years, except for Jichuan City, there are no surviving intact towns.

There are rebels and royal troops everywhere. You accuse me of treason and I accuse you of tyranny.

No one can really defeat anyone. This troubled world is like tuberculosis, fierce and long-lasting.

The real sufferers are the ordinary people who want a place to live and settle down.

They couldn't go to the old town site because they didn't know which army they would encounter. If it was an enemy state, they would be dead.

They couldn't take the official road where there were water and roads. What was left for them was the unpredictable road like Huangshaling.

The girl was still crying bitterly, but suddenly she felt nauseated again. She turned over and lay down on a stone and started to retching.

But then she covered her mouth tightly to prevent her from vomiting. She shouted that she wanted to die, but she still had a great fear of death.

Ling Yu looked at her silently. This mortal's words and deeds were inconsistent, and she couldn't quite understand it.

The girl suppressed her nausea and lay down on the stone, letting tears well up.

Her face was already cracked, and she couldn't help but grit her teeth as tears streamed down her face.

Even so, she still didn't forget to wipe her tears with the back of her hand, and then licked them back.

After she calmed down, she got up again, returned to the stone and sat down against it.

Ling Yu looked at her and always felt that she seemed alive and yet dead.

"After watching for so long," she took the initiative to talk to Lingyu, "What do you want to do?"

This question stopped Lingyu, and she didn't know what she wanted to do.

"Are you from Yunzhou too?" she asked again.

Ling Yu shook his head.

"Oh, that's Yanzhou." She was a little exhausted and her whole body was limp. "What's boiling in that pot is you Yanzhou people."

Ling Yu was not surprised. Judging from her previous reaction, he could tell what she ate.

"Where are you going?" Lingyu asked her.

The girl's head rested on the stone. The hard stone hurt the back of her head, but she didn't have the strength to move.

Where to go?She had thought about this question, but she couldn't come up with an answer.

She was born in Pingyang City, the most prosperous city in Yunzhou. Her family runs a tofu curd business and their tofu curd is famous far and wide.

There were even people from the south who came here because she thought she would live a stable and happy life.

She lost her parents during the war, and her only brother was beheaded by King Annan's soldiers.She was six years old at the time. She hid under her brother's headless body for ten days before she dared to crawl out.

The overwhelming army marched all the way north, and the towns they swept through were like paper puppets in the hands of a child, easily trampled under their feet by iron hooves.

There are 400 million people in Pingyang City, and less than [-] people have fled.

From the first day she escaped, she had been wondering where she was going?
To this day, she no longer thinks about it. There are wars everywhere, and human lives are like a piece of grass everywhere.

Ling Yu found that she was crying again and licked her own tears back.

The girl was hit by something like a stone. She lowered her eyes and found a hard candy wrapped in paper rolling down from her chest to her waist.

Then it fell right into her hands.

The person who threw the candy looked at her expressionlessly.

She glanced around in a panic, making sure no one noticed her before roaring in a low voice at Ling Yu: "You don't want your life!"

Of course Lingyu knew what this thing meant, but she was not the refugee that the girl thought.

Wen Jingchan bought this candy in Xiangfu Town. It was a bit cold when she ate it, so she thought it was okay so she took a few with her.

"What's your name?" Lingyu asked her.

The girl nervously clutched the candy and glanced left and right for fear that someone would notice her.

After hearing Ling Yu's question, she looked at her: "My name is Ku Liu."

Then she found the right person. The person in Song Qinglin's memory was the girl in front of her who called Kuliu.

"Years ago, you and a group of people over there captured a little boy," Ling Yu said, "Do you remember?"

Kuliu's hand tightened her grip on Tang, of course she remembered.

The mother was dying and the son was young, their prime target as they starved to death.

"You, are you here to seek revenge?" Kuliu frowned.

She was really scared, but there was a sense of relief hidden in the boundless fear, which gave her an indescribable expectation.

If possible, she really hoped someone could give her a break.

She didn't dare to seek death, nor did she want to live like this without hope.

They have been walking to Huangshaling for more than a year. At first they were thinking of murdering strangers, but now there are endless corpses to eat.

She didn't know when she would be able to get out of here.

"You let him go. No revenge will be found on your head." Ling Yu said.
"Then you," Kuliu asked, "why are you talking about this?"

The moment Ling Yu answered, the fear and relief dissipated at the same time, followed by extreme exhaustion.

She has to live like this until the day she dies.

Lingyu took out another candy. She only had these two left. She didn't know whether to give her this one too.

The first time he saw this mortal, Ling Yu knew that she would die in the quicksand with the people here in half a month.

In fact, this cannot be said to be very painful. Looking at her expression, Ling Yu knew that she was looking forward to dying suddenly one day.

Kuliu suddenly rushed over and pressed her hand down: "Are you crazy? Do you know these people will fight for a piece of candy?"

Ling Yu lowered his eyes and looked at her, with the thought of imitating Wen Jingchan in his heart.

But she tried it and found that Wen Jingchan's expression was really difficult to imitate, so she had to give up.

The way Ku Liu spoke in a low voice at this time was very similar to when she let Song Qing leave.

Her eyes were wandering, always watching to see if anyone around her noticed her.